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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Television,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.