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 Croatia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Organ,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
MDC,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
10cc,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.