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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.