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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.