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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 New Christs 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.