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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Scientists,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.