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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
the Association,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Technova,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.