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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.