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 New Zealand 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 Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.