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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Fear,
The Litter,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.