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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.