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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.