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 Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.