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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.