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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Franke,
Aswad,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.