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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.