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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.