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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.