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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.