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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.