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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.