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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs 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?
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.