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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.