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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Wings,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.