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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.