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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.