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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.