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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 oboe 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.