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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.