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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.