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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Normal to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.