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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.