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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.