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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.