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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.