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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 The Dead C to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Monks,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.