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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.