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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.