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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.