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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
The Index,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.