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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.