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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Techniques to the dance 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.