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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.