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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.