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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Technova,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.