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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.