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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.