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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.