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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Connie Case 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Television,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.