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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Technova,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
The Evens,
World's Most,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.