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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
UT,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.