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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.