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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.