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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.