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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
The Move,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.