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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.