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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.