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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.