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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.