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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.