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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.