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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Organ,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.