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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.