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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Slave,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.