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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.