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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.