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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.