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 Eritrea 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.