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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.