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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.