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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.