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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Brick,
Franke,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.