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 Egypt 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Human League to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.