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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 organ 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.