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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.