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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Japan,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Wire,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.