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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.