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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Cluster,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.