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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.