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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
June Days,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.