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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.