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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.