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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Magma to the grime 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.