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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All CMW 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 rock 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.