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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.