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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 The Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.