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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
The Names,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.