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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.