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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
June Days,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
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.