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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
CMW,
Monks,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
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.