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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.