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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.