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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Symarip,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.