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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.