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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.