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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Ludus,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.