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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.