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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.