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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.