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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.