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 Luxembourg 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
MC5,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.