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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.