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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.