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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.