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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.