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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.