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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.