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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.