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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.