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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.