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 Senegal 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Index,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.