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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
JFA,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.