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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Faust,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.