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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.