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 Qatar 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.