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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Can,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.