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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans 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 grunge 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.