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 Georgia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
ABC,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.