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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.