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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.