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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.