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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Unwound,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.