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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Monks,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.