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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
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.