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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Index,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.