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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.