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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Five Americans to the punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.