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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.