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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.