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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Kayak,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.