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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.