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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.