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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.