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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.