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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.