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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.