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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.