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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.