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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.