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 Slovakia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.