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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.