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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.