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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.