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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.