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 Iraq and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.