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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dirtbombs to the funk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.