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 Morocco 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the rap 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.