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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.