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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Faust to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.