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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Moody Blues to the crunk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.