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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Technova,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.