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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.