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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Suicide,
AZ,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.