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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.