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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.