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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's 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.