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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.