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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.