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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.