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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.