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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.