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 Nigeria 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.