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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.