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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.