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 Bahrain 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.