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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.