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 Angola and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Urselle,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.