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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.