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 Armenia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.