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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Visage,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.