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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.