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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.