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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Brick,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.