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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.