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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.