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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.