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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Fear,
The Mummies,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.