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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.