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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.