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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.