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 United States and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.