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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.