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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.