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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.