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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Urselle,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.