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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the disco 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Japan,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.