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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
X-101,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.