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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.