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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.