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 El Salvador 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Shoche,
the Association,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.