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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Scion,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
the Human League,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.