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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.