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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
X-102,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.