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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
The Selecter,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.