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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light to the disco 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.