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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Josef K,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
the Swans,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.