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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.