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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.