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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.