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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.