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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.