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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.