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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
X-101,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.