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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.