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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Kayak 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.