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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Nico,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.