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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.