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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.