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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
DNA,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.