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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.