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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.