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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.