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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Deakin,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.