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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trojans to the punk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
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.