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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.