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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.