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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.