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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Invisible to the rock 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.