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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.