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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.