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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.