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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.