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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.