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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.