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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.