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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.