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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Zapp,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.