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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 güiro 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.