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 Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.