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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.