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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Little Man,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.