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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.