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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.