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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.