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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.