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 Kazakhstan 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.