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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye 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?
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.