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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.