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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Pole,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.