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 Sweden and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Gong,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.