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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.