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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.