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 the UAE 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.