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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.