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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.