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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.