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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Cymande,
The Move,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.