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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.