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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Josef K to the jazz 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.