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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Television,
The Zeros,
Can,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.