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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 The Cowsills to the punk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.