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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.