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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.