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 Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.