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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.