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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 The Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.