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 Moldova and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Smog,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.