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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
June Days,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.