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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
June Days,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.