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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.