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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.