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 Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.