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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.