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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective 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?
Niagra,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Nico,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.