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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
ABC,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.