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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the jazz 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.