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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.