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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.