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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.