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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.