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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.