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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.