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 Singapore 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Brick,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.