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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.