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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.