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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
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.