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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.