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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Lakeside 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.