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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
cv313,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.