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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.