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 Argentina 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.