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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.