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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.