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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.