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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.