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 Mauritania 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
The Martian,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.