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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.