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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.