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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.