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 Norway 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.