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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The Wake to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.