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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.