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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 Vainqueur to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.