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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.