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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Gong,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.