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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.