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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.