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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.