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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.