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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Evens to the rock 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.