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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the funk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.