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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.