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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.