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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.