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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.