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 Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Faust,
ABC,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.