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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Hardrive to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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.