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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.