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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.