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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.