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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.