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 Korea North and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.