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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.