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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.