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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.