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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.