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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.