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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
The Names,
Fear,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
MDC,
The Victims,
cv313,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.