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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.