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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
New Order,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.