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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.