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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.