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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.