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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.