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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.