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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Walker Brothers to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.