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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.