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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.