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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.