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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.