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 Denmark and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.