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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Can,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.