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 Mongolia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Bluetip to the rap 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple 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?
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Organ,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.