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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.