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 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
10cc,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.