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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.