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 Nigeria 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.