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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.