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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.