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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.