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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Can,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.