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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.