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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.