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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.