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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.