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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.