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 Malawi and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.