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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida to the disco 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
10cc,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Swans,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Technova,
Deakin,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.