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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.