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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.