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 Ecuador 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.