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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Surgeon to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.