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 Canada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.