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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Monks,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.