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 Botswana 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.