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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
The Slits,
the Association,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.