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 Japan and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.