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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.