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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.