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 San Marino 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
The Names,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Nas,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.