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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.