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 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.