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 Cambodia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.