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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 10cc to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.