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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Visage to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.