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 Suriname 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
CMW,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.