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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.