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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.