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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions 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?
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.