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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.