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 Italy and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.