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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Scion,
The Selecter,
DNA,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.