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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.