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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
The Move,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.