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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
The Gories,
X-101,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.