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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.