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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Crime,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.