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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.