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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.