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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 oboe 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
The Index,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.