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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.