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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.