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 Mauritania 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
the Association,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.