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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.