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 Belize 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.