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 Congo 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Visage,
Scientists,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.