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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 AZ to the grunge 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.