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 Ghana 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.