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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.