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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Lalann,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.