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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.