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 Dominican Republic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.