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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Newcleus to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.