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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 marimba 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.