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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.