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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.