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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Magma,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.