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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.