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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.