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 Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.