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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.