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 France and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
DNA,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.