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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.