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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.