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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.