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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Supertramp to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.