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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Technova,
Lalann,
ABC,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
The Wake,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.