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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.