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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
The Move,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Brick,
ABC,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.