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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.