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 Hungary 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.