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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.