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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.