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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.