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 Guinea and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Andrew Hill to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.