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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Ludus to the disco 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté 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?
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.