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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.