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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.