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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.