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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.