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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Funkadelic 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Neu!,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.