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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Roy Ayers to the techno 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
The Doors,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.