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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
The Slits,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.