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 San Marino 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.