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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Television,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.