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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.