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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.