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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.