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 Brunei 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.