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 Senegal 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Can,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.