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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.