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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.