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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.