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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.