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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.