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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.