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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.