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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Q65 to the rap 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.