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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.