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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The J.B.'s 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.