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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.