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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.