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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.