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 Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.