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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.