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 Milan.
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 Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.