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 South and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Scion,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.