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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.