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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.