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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Can,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.