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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.