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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.