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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.