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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.