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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Ten City,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.