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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.