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 Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.