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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Brick,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.