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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Misunderstood to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
X-101,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.