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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.