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 Ukraine 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.