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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 snare 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.