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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Faust,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.