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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Liliput,
Can,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.