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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Visage,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.