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 East Timor 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.