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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.