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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
The Move,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Smog,
CMW,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.