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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Faust,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.