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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.