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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gories to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.