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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.