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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.