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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fuzztones to the funk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.