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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.