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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Clear Light to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.