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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Wings,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.