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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.