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 Kiribati and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.