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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.