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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.