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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.