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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Japan,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.