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 Ivory Coast 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.