Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.