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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.