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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.