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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.