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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.