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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.