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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.