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 Solomon Islands 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Ossler,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.