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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.