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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.