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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.