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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.