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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.