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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.