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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.