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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B 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?
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.