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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.