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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.