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 London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Magma,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.