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 Guyana and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.