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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.