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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Fortunes to the punk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
June Days,
AZ,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.