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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.