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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.