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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.