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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.