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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 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 Laurel Aitken 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.