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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.